I'm actin like in never happened but it did/ Plays in my mind like my memories as kid/ Scenes locked in my brain like they're doing a bid/ Why do people see fit to keep their true feelings hid/ How do I always end up in this situation/ Put in a postition of some moral violation/ Looking back I can't even recall my motivation/ That's not a lie per se just a little alteration/ Okay fine, that isn't really the truth/ But I made a huge mistake, just call me Gob Bluth/ That's all I seem to do since I cut my first tooth/ For some reason, for me to do right seems uncuth/ Now I don't regret actions, maybe just my timing/ I'll use my words to get thru it, opposite of miming/ Some may see this only as a grown man whining/ Maybe I'm being too critical, though my name ain't Simon/ Why do you just call it however you see it/ If you're guilty, then it's best for you if you plea it/ Some folks just talk about it, me, I'd rather be it/ If it's destiny knocking at ya door then you can't flea it